Date: Mon, 1 Nov 2004 15:50:31 -0500 (EST)
From: Sasha Steele
Subject: Defender of Right 1
Defender of Right
By Sasha Steele
Danielle wanted what all women seek, a good home, security, someone
to love her. She wanted a real man, strong yet sensitive, attentive to
her needs, and one who could satisfy her insatiable sexual appetite That
is why she came to SanFrancisco in the first place, to find someone to
love. She had set herself up for it, saved her money, lost a ton of
weight, changed her wardrobe, her hair. She was hot.
She had been here for over three months, had a job, a nice apartment,
but as far as finding a loving he-man who would sweep her off her feet,
things hadn't worked out quite as well as Danielle had hoped. She was
lonely, starting to eat again, she had better find someone soon. But
SanFrancisco it seemed, was full of nothing but fags. So in order to find
Mr. right Danielle knew she had to stay away from the places where they
congregate.
Another night, another chance to find him. Danielle dressed sexily
in the highest heels, the shortest, tightest skirt. She looked
sophisticated-slutty, business-like, and beautiful in a blue-ice two
piece suit. Her face both innocent and devilish. Innocent in its
softness, still with her baby fat, dear-caught-in-the-headlights brown
eyes, full lips, cute little double chin. And devilish in the heaviness
of her dark makeup. Her long black hair was done in a french braid. She
wore a single strand of black pearls, a few ear and finger rings.
Danielle's hips, thighs and rear end, as she checked herself in the
full-length mirror, still had a bit of size from her heavier days, but
then real men like that. Don't they? Her legs were clad in beige nylons
- stay-ups with pretty lace elastic tops that were drawn as high as
possible into her crotch. Her high heel pumps were navy blue, matching
her little shoulder bag. The suit jacket short, tight, single
breasted. Her hour-glass figure enhanced by a tight tummy cincher.
She wore no blouse under her jacket, just a lacy powder blue brassier
that matched her panties and tummy cincher. Her fleshy breasts were
small, something Danielle wanted to fix in the future, but for now she
was up-town, sophisticated, and ready.
And that is where Danielle was headed - uptown - away from the gay
bars, the better area of town. She was apprehensive of course, a woman
alone in a big city, out of her element, and not knowing which places
were safe. Did she wear her skirt too tight? Too short?
Danielle had a drink in one club. She got leers and odd looks, but no
action. She checked herself in the mirror before leaving. Her pulse
raced, the tell-tale bulge in her skirt seemed to loom larger than life
now. Did the penal-pouch of her silken powder-blue panties show when she
sat? Of course it did. Danielle knew that. She liked to show her assets.
But here, what if it offends?
Danielle tugged at her skirt. It seemed so inadequate now, and her
she-cock so large. A woman entered the powder room and Danielle hurriedly
left. She thought to go home. But driven by passion and an insatiable
thirst for sex she tried another club. Stepping out of the cab her
pantied cock flashed. A sight that had not gone unnoticed by a group of
young men. Once inside Danielle quickly realized her mistake. Even in
this city, gay bashing was to be feared.
Confronted, Danielle quickly left the club. She was very afraid. And
once outside that fear turned to horror as she saw the group of men had
followed her out. Panic stricken, Danielle started to run, her five inch
heels and tight skirt making it difficult to do so. She was looking back,
they were giving chase, and not seeing him, Danielle ran right into a man
coming from the parking lot.
He was six foot, broad shouldered, and handsome. His black hair was
short. He wore jeans, and a black tee-shirt under a black leather suit
coat jacket. "Whoa. Are you okay?" His voice was strong, had authority,
yet was gentle, as was the grip he had on her wrist. Danielle was too
afraid to speak. Brian, his name, quickly read the situation - Danielle's
skirt had ridden up as she tried to run, and he heard angry voices
drawing near. "Can you drive?" He asked. She nodded. "That's my car
there," he said giving her the keys, "drive away."
"W-where to?"
"Find the Castle Club. I'll meet you there. Tell Louie, the owner, you
are waiting for me. I'm Brian Spear."
Danielle sped away as the group surrounded Brian. "That your
boyfriend? You fucking queer." A few other comments were made, they had
been drinking, and, being in a gang, had given them courage.
"Ya. And you chicken shits are going to pay for scaring her." Brian
gave the group of five no time to contemplated his words. He hadn't even
finished when the first fell with a swift kick to the balls. The rest
went down in quick succession and lay on the ground bleeding.
Danielle's fear subsided as Brian reassured her that she was safe, he
would look after her, and politely asked if she would be his date for the
evening. Of course Danielle accepted. The Castle Club was upscale and
highly expensive, the food and entertainment top of the line. Danielle
hadn't had so much fun in her life. And her date, her defender, Brian,
was so nice, and so damn handsome, exactly what she had been looking
for. It seemed as though they had known each other for years. Danielle
didn't even feel guilty about eating a large desert. She trusted him
totally. Yet as the evening played out she once again became very
apprehensive.
Brian had paid the bill. They were about to leave. "Are you okay?" He
asked sensing her apprehension.
"I-I'm sorry, Brian. God, this is so fucking embarrassing. I have a
little problem."
"What is it?"
"I don't know how to tell you."
"Whatever it is, Danielle, it will be okay. I'll help you any way I
can."
"You may not want to help. Oh God. I-I can't leave right now." She
lowered her head. "I have to whisper to tell you."
Brian went around the table and slide into the bench seat beside her.
Danielle leaned into him and whispered, "I can't go because I-I've got a
raging hardon."
Brian looked into her beautiful brown eyes. He reached under the
table cloth placing his hand on the tip of Danielle's stiff cock. It was
massive, tenting her panties beyond the hem line of the tiny skirt she
wore, standing straight up ten inches or more to the underside of the
table. That's the trouble with TG designer panties, no confinement.
"Sssssssss." Danielle hissed as she drew in a gasp of air. She felt
goose bumps all over her body. None other than her own hand had touched
her cock in a long while.
"I'd say this is more than little problem," he whispered, "it's a big
one." His hand followed the smooth material downward on Danielle's
pantied cock. She spread her legs to give access. He touched her swollen
balls.
"Ahhhhh," Danielle moaned.
"I've got one too," Brian said. "Maybe we can help each other?" His
hand never left her cock. Her eyes were closed, she put her hand on the
bulge in his pants.
"Mmmmmmm," Danielle hummed. "How do we get out of here."
"If we can fix this up under your skirt, you can hold my jacket in
front of you."
"Alright." Danielle said.
Brian lifted Danielle's tight skirt with one hand and with the other
tucked her cock up under it. The penal-pouch of Danielle's designer
transgender panties following close on her thick shaft doubled over on
themselves as her cock got tucked up. And when she stood the long bulging
ridge rose on an angle all the way to the left side of her impressive
hips. Brian fixed himself similarly. Danielle held his coat in front of
her as they walked out.
Brian took Danielle to his lush apartment. Just inside the door she
turned into his arms. Pressing her hardness into him they kissed, a long
intimate kiss. Brian drew Danielle's cock from beneath her skirt so that
it stood out straight. He moved his hand slowly back and fourth along the
smooth material of her panties, which were wet with pre-cum at the tip of
her cock.
He took of all his cloths and stood naked in front of her. The smooth
tanned skin of his hairless body glistened in the light, strong muscles
moving like pythons beneath. His cock stood straight out in perfect line
with hers. They stood, touching and rubbing their cocks, one against the
other, as they slowly undulated their hips. Sinking to his knees, Brian
reached under Danielle's skirt and slowly drew her panties down; over her
rounded backside and soft hips. Her rock hard cock jumped as he pulled
her panties from it, drawing them down her heavy-set beige-nylon clad
thighs, allowing Danielle to step out of them.
Danielle's hairless cock and balls loomed in front of him, the hem of
her short tight skirt draped across the top of her shaft. A full eleven
inches, two inches larger than his own, Brian had not seen one more
beautiful and certainly never sucked one as large. He ran his hand down
the shaft to her bald pubis mound and took its head into his watering
mouth, tasting her pre-cum.
"Sssssssssssss," Danielle hissed.
Inch by inch Brian worked Danielle's cock deeper and deeper into his
mouth, drawing back slightly then pressing still further.
"Mmm, mmmmmm," she hummed.
Not knowing what to do with her hands, Danielle raised them to her
face, placed them on her hips, then her belly. She wanted to fuck him so
hard, fuck his brains out, then fill the cavity with her cum. But
Danielle was unsure what he wanted. Unsure how aggressive, if at all, he
wanted her to be. Then Brian took her hands placing them on his head. He
took hold her hips forcing her cock down his own throat, and Danielle
knew he wanted her to fuck him.
So she took hold of Brian's head, and thrusting forward her thick
hips shoved her huge cock into the far reaches of his mouth. "Ahhh." She
picked up the pace pumping quickly a few short strokes then drove herself
deeper, momentarily pausing there. "Ahhh." Brian stretched his neck and
jaw forward to accommodate her. Danielle didn't know how he could take so
much of her massive cock. She didn't care. Couldn't stop herself if she
wanted. She quickened her pace. "Ssssssss." Ten or so short fast strokes
now, and one deep one. "Ahhhh."
Brian had never taken so much cock before. Past his gag reflex he
could feel Danielle's cock head against the back of his throat. Wanting
more, he strained forward. His hands on Danielle's big rump. Brian could
feel her ass muscles working under the softness of her fat as she fucked
him.
Down to a few rapid strokes now, Danielle pushed deeper, holding the
deep one longer. "Ahhhh, ahhhh." She drew herself back again rapidly
fucking Brian's mouth. Brian heard Danielle hiss, "sssssssss." She was
close. Then he heard her moan "ahhhh, I'm going to cum, ahh, ahh. When
Danielle buried her cock deep into Brian's throat that final time,
pulling on his head and pushing herself into him with all her strength,
Brian's nose was buried in her fleshy bald pubis mound. He felt her
hairless scrotum with full balls ready to burst against his chin. And her
hot pulsating cock head so far down his throat that he could not breathe.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" Danielle screamed as her cock exploded in
Brian's mouth, "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." She withdrew, taking hold of her
root and began to frantically jerk herself off, milking every bit of cum
into Brian's mouth, and he swallowed every drop.
Danielle fucked Brian awhile longer, moaning as she did so, until she
softened slightly. Off his knees Brian kissed Danielle. She probied his
mouth with long tongue for remnants of her own cock juice. Danielle liked
the feel of his cock on her own, preventing her from completely loosing
her erection. Brian undid Danielle's suit jacket exploring the warmth of
her chubby torso and the soft fat of her fleshy little tits. He removed
it, reached around, undid her skirt, and drew it down for Danielle to
step out of. Her curvaceous body was beautiful, the tummy cincher
accentuating her hour-glass figure.
Brian picked Danielle up, carrying her to his bedroom. She knew
Brian was capable, but still marvelled at his strength, as she did the
beauty of his muscular body. He lay her gently on the white satin sheets
of his huge bed. She was fully erect again. Brian straddled her, softly
rubbing his cock against hers. Again, he took it his mouth, sucking it as
he masturbated her. He ran his lips down the full length of her shaft.
Danielle felt his tongue in the sensitive area under her scrotum. She
lifted her legs. He inched slowly to her anal ring. She moaned. His warm
tongue touched it. Danielle drew a long breath threw her teeth.
"Sssssssssssssssssss."
Brian's tongue explored Danielle's pink anal ring. He drew her huge
buns apart, opening her up and plunged in. "Ahhhh." Danielle moaned, and
hissed, "ssssssss," as Brian fucked her with his tongue. He turned his
head into her bum crack lifting one leg over. Danielle rolled onto her
stomach, raising up her ass, and Brian brought his cock to her.
He entered Danielle from behind fucking her gently as he slowly
gained depth. Then he got more aggressive, thrusting himself harder and
fast, and deep, pauses for a moment ecstasy as Danielle had done when
fucking his mouth. He gripped Danielle's big beautiful ass kneading her
soft fat. And when Brian did come, it was hot and hard, and almost
simultaneous with Danielle, who had jerked herself off onto the bed.
Laying in his arms as they kissed, Danielle knew that she had finally
found what she was looking for. And so did Brian.